We learn not for life but for the debating-room.
It is sometimes pleasant even to act like a madman.
I would rather be sick than idle.
Shall I tell you what the real evil is? To cringe to the things that are called evils, to surrender to them our freedom, in defiance of which we ought to face any suffering.
Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.
Conversation has a kind of charm about it, an insuating and insidious something that elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.